Monday, fer shure.

Another week gets off to a rousing start.
We hit the decks running.
At least our noses do.
Meredith has taken my virus, apparently to show me how to do it properly.
I, myself have decided, whatever symptoms I may have left, to declare myself
"over it"
This, whatever it may feel like, is the new "well".
I will rejoice at my new and amusing sense of balance.
Complaining has not seemed to work.
I will think of it as psychedelia that I missed in the 60's due to having a job.

My two string quartets, still labeled "Mask" and "Shotglass" are magnificent in their final form. I will post them soon and the world can forget Beethoven, et al.

Today, I will nobly rise, I will ascend to the heights, I will repair the holes in the kitchen ceiling that occurred due to the installation of the new lighting.

Standing on a short ladder and working over my head ought to be a truly "enlightening" experience.